Leaving Home

I dunnoooooo

I've got my bags packed and ready to go. Tonight I'm leaving town. This is it, this is the end of the misery. I don't need this town anymore. It's never needed or wanted me, so why have I clung on to it?
Tonight, it's done. I'm breaking the ties. I'm leaving you behind. I'm sick of the words you mutter as I walk by. I'm sick of the looks you give me. I'm sick of everything here. This town and it's people have never been kind to me. Now, I'm going to be unkind to them.
My truck is idling in the driveway. It's engine is loudly telling me that it's time to go. I pick up my things and walk right out the front door. Past my parents, but they don't care. They never have cared about me.
The road ahead is promising. With every twist and turn I am farther away from that town. The radio is loud and it cancels out all the memories. Memories of high school hell, middle school madness, and elementary enmity. Everything is perfect.
With each passing mile marker I am closer to my destination, my dreams, my new life. I get closer to happiness, joy, a new beginning. New York City, here I come! Art school, new people (people that might be like me!), my own home. I no longer have to live with people I hate, now I can live alone with all the things that bring me happiness.
New life, you look amazing, so don't let me down.